Gray walls, whitewash
Structure cold as stone
Blatant lies, bright lights
Vacant and alone
Anxiety beating down
Everyone is fucked
Paranoid, nervous kid
Insignificant
Bleak, soulless, hopeless
Interned for four years
Rotting from the inside
Withering from fears
Same shit, different place the rolls stay the same
No art no love or creation, I squint and pound my brain
No outlet for bleak visions contained in my head
This is the goal of modern life: Comfort before death
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 13, 2023